...And life is hell. Our new home is quickly turning into The Money Pit. Even the pizza delivery guy thinks we're testing missiles at this place.

So far our basement has flooded (leaky pipe), the new microwave exploded, the new grass looks like kelp, circuits have blown, the new dishwasher leaked, drawers have broken, sockets don't work, some of the flooring is cracked or coming up, and the water coming into our home comes directly out of a nuclear reactor, forcing me to install a water softener. To top it off, the dog thinks that the inside of the house looks like one big fire hydrant, making life harder for us all.

The finished basement has been cleaned and recarpeted, and the electrical is supposedly getting fixed, but things just keep falling apart at this place.

I was hoping to post the Alaska pictures, but we'll see what tonight brings us in La Casa Del Capitan.

I might just take you up on that offer. So far I've been able to install all of the electrical gizmos, the water softener, and we're getting ready to paint, but I know I'm quickly reaching my limit on what I think I can do by myself.

To add to our streak of bad luck, the wind that hit us yesterday blew over our patio table set, shattering the glass table all over the deck.

Dude - I almost thought you were joking! I mean no one has that much misfortune on a new home but looks like you aren't kidding and the black cloud continues to follow you around. I advise going into an underground bunker for at least a month so the black cloud attaches itself to some other poor soul. :))